A most boring birthday
March 3rd, got stuck doing an eleven hour shift at work. Jeordie couldn't come in to work. Her dad forbade her saying that she was too sick and looked like a "heroin addict."
With no way of getting home that night, she invited me to stay at her place. Fuck yeah! It had to look "friendly" though. Her dad says no more boyfriends. So I get there sometime after 9:30. They're just wrapping up "Beverly Hills Chihuaha." Her brothers Tyson and Dre greet me with big hugs at the door, and soon everybody is asleep except Brianna, Jeordie, and I. We're up for about an hour just hanging out. I'm giving Jeordie piggy back rides and it just feels so good being with her again. She massages my back and we give each other wet willies. When it's time to turn in, I climb in on the top bunk. That's what it had to look like. But it felt way too "sleepover" child-like. So I climb into the bottom bunk with her and we sleep together.
The night was a little rough. She was sick, so she kept waking up from time to time to blow her nose and cough and sneeze. Meanwhile, I was trying my best to get some rest on her small mattress with her. My mind was a little barraged with nonsense, so sleeping for me was difficult too. It might have been easier if I went to bed sometime after midnight, when I actually get tired. Before that, it's always hard for me to sleep. When I did end up finally getting some rest, I was having these weird dreams. I woke up several times. Sometimes I was crunched up against the wall, sometimes I had my arm around her or her leg over me, sometimes my face was buried in her smelly armpit. Then afterwards, I had a very scandalous dream. And I woke up sometime hoping I didn't have a wet dream all over her. Hahaha.
When we finally got up, she wished me a happy birthday, gave me a huge hug and kisses. She also gave me this soft material bobblehead dog that she custom painted for me. It looks really good. And she also gave me a few pocket kama sutra books. So I guess she was saying that I suck in bed.
I have the day off, but she goes into work. I join her because I need to cash my check anyway.
Right off the bat, I can tell it's going to be a crappy day.
She starts getting worse. We try playing with each other at work, but I can tell she's not enjoying it as much as she wants. And our stupid manager hid the checks, so we were waiting for her to show up with them, not knowing they are right under the desk clipboard. She's never done that before. That had to be at least 2 hours of wasted waiting.
Jeordie is fidgeting uncomfortable, I decide to pick her up some medicine. I join Alan and Patrick to Chase bank to cash our checks and then I split to Walgreens and pick up cough drops and thera flus and some liquids. I return and give them to her. She takes a theraflu and she looks like she wants to throw up. She calls in one of the other workers to come in early because she can't handle staying there any longer. I take over her shift for the time being so she can at least lie down on a couch. The girls come in, Jeordie and I leave. I walk her to the bus stop just in time. The bus is about to leave. We kiss and then I split to go home. Jeordie is uber sick, and I am uber tired.
Her and I had made plans to go to Red Lobster or Chilis or something like dinner. At first it was to get some new tattoos, then it just went to dinner. But it didn't happen. Chris R. was hoping I'd join him in drinking and hanging out. That was the backup plan, but that was shot to hell because as I got on the bus (I was the only one on it), I realized I hadn't eaten anything all day and it was already 3 in the afternoon. And on top of that, I was dozing on the bus. Later on, right before we enter downtown, the back bus tire blows up. It sounds like a gunshot, and I'm right there. The bus was stopped, back door was open and I was sleeping on the seats directly infront of that back door. The back door is directly infront of the tire that pops. It woke me up, squeezed out a curse from me and made me laugh.
I get to the Ronstadt (or however you spell it) and see Alan and Patrick. I get off the bus momentarily and go to hug Alan. He bought me "Contagious" for my birthday, the sequel to "Infected" which is a great, disgusting novel about these alien parasites that host off people and speak to them, simulating schizophrenia in order to bide their plans of an earth takeover. Simply awesome.
I get to the Laos and transfer onto a completely packed bus. And it sucked.
I get off, end up getting off with my neighbor. I didn't even know. I started conversation with this random girl telling her how much the bus blows. And then she asked me about my brother. I wondered how she knew. Turns out she's my next door neighbor. We talk a little and she shows me a shortcut to my dad's place. She gets sidetracked by a neighborhood friend and I decide not to stick around.
I get home and my dad and Yolanda wish me a happy birthday. Yolanda is clothed, she hugs me, my dad is shirtless and he hugs me. He feels weird bare. There are tacos waiting for me and I sit down and have 6. I got some 25 bucks from Yolanda, a bag of my own trail mix (I'm always digging into my dad's stash), and a gift card to Subway.
I down a beer and crash on my bed. I wake up tonight at 9:30 and give Jeordie a call. She can hardly speak, and sounds worse than ever. I do hope she gets well soon. Her voice was so raspy, it sounded like she was crying.
Overall, today sucked.
And now, for the first time ever, Jenna and I are actually having a phone conversation. I've basically lost romantic interest in her, we made sure before that we weren't going to be anything more. Not that I really truly think we ever would be, honestly. She's way too professional and busy for my taste. But we still have plans to fulfill.
I don't know if I'm going back to bed soon. That's the problem with long naps. I wonder if I fucked up my already horrible sleeping schedule even worse.
I smell like Jeordie's sick B.O. though. And as weird as this sounds, it makes me happy.
For some reason, I can't get a hold of Nathan.
Tomorrow Candace has this giant dinner party planned and she wants all of her friends there. We'll see how that goes.
With no way of getting home that night, she invited me to stay at her place. Fuck yeah! It had to look "friendly" though. Her dad says no more boyfriends. So I get there sometime after 9:30. They're just wrapping up "Beverly Hills Chihuaha." Her brothers Tyson and Dre greet me with big hugs at the door, and soon everybody is asleep except Brianna, Jeordie, and I. We're up for about an hour just hanging out. I'm giving Jeordie piggy back rides and it just feels so good being with her again. She massages my back and we give each other wet willies. When it's time to turn in, I climb in on the top bunk. That's what it had to look like. But it felt way too "sleepover" child-like. So I climb into the bottom bunk with her and we sleep together.
The night was a little rough. She was sick, so she kept waking up from time to time to blow her nose and cough and sneeze. Meanwhile, I was trying my best to get some rest on her small mattress with her. My mind was a little barraged with nonsense, so sleeping for me was difficult too. It might have been easier if I went to bed sometime after midnight, when I actually get tired. Before that, it's always hard for me to sleep. When I did end up finally getting some rest, I was having these weird dreams. I woke up several times. Sometimes I was crunched up against the wall, sometimes I had my arm around her or her leg over me, sometimes my face was buried in her smelly armpit. Then afterwards, I had a very scandalous dream. And I woke up sometime hoping I didn't have a wet dream all over her. Hahaha.
When we finally got up, she wished me a happy birthday, gave me a huge hug and kisses. She also gave me this soft material bobblehead dog that she custom painted for me. It looks really good. And she also gave me a few pocket kama sutra books. So I guess she was saying that I suck in bed.
I have the day off, but she goes into work. I join her because I need to cash my check anyway.
Right off the bat, I can tell it's going to be a crappy day.
She starts getting worse. We try playing with each other at work, but I can tell she's not enjoying it as much as she wants. And our stupid manager hid the checks, so we were waiting for her to show up with them, not knowing they are right under the desk clipboard. She's never done that before. That had to be at least 2 hours of wasted waiting.
Jeordie is fidgeting uncomfortable, I decide to pick her up some medicine. I join Alan and Patrick to Chase bank to cash our checks and then I split to Walgreens and pick up cough drops and thera flus and some liquids. I return and give them to her. She takes a theraflu and she looks like she wants to throw up. She calls in one of the other workers to come in early because she can't handle staying there any longer. I take over her shift for the time being so she can at least lie down on a couch. The girls come in, Jeordie and I leave. I walk her to the bus stop just in time. The bus is about to leave. We kiss and then I split to go home. Jeordie is uber sick, and I am uber tired.
Her and I had made plans to go to Red Lobster or Chilis or something like dinner. At first it was to get some new tattoos, then it just went to dinner. But it didn't happen. Chris R. was hoping I'd join him in drinking and hanging out. That was the backup plan, but that was shot to hell because as I got on the bus (I was the only one on it), I realized I hadn't eaten anything all day and it was already 3 in the afternoon. And on top of that, I was dozing on the bus. Later on, right before we enter downtown, the back bus tire blows up. It sounds like a gunshot, and I'm right there. The bus was stopped, back door was open and I was sleeping on the seats directly infront of that back door. The back door is directly infront of the tire that pops. It woke me up, squeezed out a curse from me and made me laugh.
I get to the Ronstadt (or however you spell it) and see Alan and Patrick. I get off the bus momentarily and go to hug Alan. He bought me "Contagious" for my birthday, the sequel to "Infected" which is a great, disgusting novel about these alien parasites that host off people and speak to them, simulating schizophrenia in order to bide their plans of an earth takeover. Simply awesome.
I get to the Laos and transfer onto a completely packed bus. And it sucked.
I get off, end up getting off with my neighbor. I didn't even know. I started conversation with this random girl telling her how much the bus blows. And then she asked me about my brother. I wondered how she knew. Turns out she's my next door neighbor. We talk a little and she shows me a shortcut to my dad's place. She gets sidetracked by a neighborhood friend and I decide not to stick around.
I get home and my dad and Yolanda wish me a happy birthday. Yolanda is clothed, she hugs me, my dad is shirtless and he hugs me. He feels weird bare. There are tacos waiting for me and I sit down and have 6. I got some 25 bucks from Yolanda, a bag of my own trail mix (I'm always digging into my dad's stash), and a gift card to Subway.
I down a beer and crash on my bed. I wake up tonight at 9:30 and give Jeordie a call. She can hardly speak, and sounds worse than ever. I do hope she gets well soon. Her voice was so raspy, it sounded like she was crying.
Overall, today sucked.
And now, for the first time ever, Jenna and I are actually having a phone conversation. I've basically lost romantic interest in her, we made sure before that we weren't going to be anything more. Not that I really truly think we ever would be, honestly. She's way too professional and busy for my taste. But we still have plans to fulfill.
I don't know if I'm going back to bed soon. That's the problem with long naps. I wonder if I fucked up my already horrible sleeping schedule even worse.
I smell like Jeordie's sick B.O. though. And as weird as this sounds, it makes me happy.
For some reason, I can't get a hold of Nathan.
Tomorrow Candace has this giant dinner party planned and she wants all of her friends there. We'll see how that goes.